"CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, DRACO?" I yelled. "HERMIONE WAS THE ONLY PERSON APART FROM YOU THAT KNEW ABOUT THESE SCARS! HOW CARELESS ARE YOU, HONESTLY?" I cried.
"I WAS DOING YOU A FAVOUR! YOU'D RATHER TELL EVERYONE NOW THE EASY WAY THAN HAVE T...
Words: 523 First person (your pov) TW: tiny mentions of self harm (VERY TINY)
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"What do you want, Malfoy?"
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"Ugh, 'mione!" Hermione was trying to drag me to the potions classroom for class. I refused it. I was feeling crap enough, i didn't need to deal with Snape today.
I had a terrible headache and a queasy feeling in my stomach. I was not exited for another three pieces of parchment of homework.
"I'm not letting you skip, y/n!" At first, 'mione found it funny, but not anymore. She was practically dragging me across the floor.
Alas, we reached the classroom and I was NOT happy. I gave a loud, dramatic sigh as Hermione scoffed. The door opened and we took our usual seats at the back. Luckily, we weren't late.
My stomach was practically crawling through me at this point; my arm found its way to it and wrapped itself around it. It was as if I thought that it would actually help.
After a few minuets, i found myself talking to my mind as if it was a child that wouldn't listen to me.
My stomach is fine. My stomach is fine. My stomach is fine.
Before I knew if, my y/e/c eyes had met with a pair as grey as a thunderstorm.
Malfoy.
Why was he looking at me? I was clearly making it very obvious that I wasn't 100% well, but it seemed as though he was looking at me anyway.
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I was making my way to the bathroom; I knew I was gonna throw up. Suddenly, I felt a hand wrapping itself around my wrist. I spun myself around rapidly, only to see a blonde, grey eyes boy looking down at me.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I was becoming impatient with the boy. I felt as though I was going to throw up any minute, yet he still stares at me with a blank face.
"What was that on your wrist yesterday?" My wrist?
"What are you talking about? And I'd prefer if you'd hurry your rambling, i don't feel well." He just sighed, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
"I heard you and the other Granger talking outside of the great hall yesterday." My heart sank. Why was he listening? It's none of his business! Why should this concern him?
"Look. One: I'm not sure why you were listening as it didn't concern you. Two: it's none of your business. Three: if you tell anyone, you will regret it." I had made up my mind. I was walking away, and he didn't stop me.
I made my way to the bathroom and immediately started coughing into a toilet. I needed to be sick, but I couldn't.
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A/N Hey yall!! I'm rlly sorry this chapter was so short, I am really tired and I'm honestly running out of ideas.
If y'all have any requests on plots, then PLEASE send them my way cause, ngl, I don't actually have one💀
